We have decided to keep Knox in Grade RR for another year.
Bit of a shocker hey? Maybe only to me. Honestly I didn’t think I’d ever find myself in this situation with any of my kids, but here we are. Right now I feel absolutely convinced that this was the right choice for him, but when we started down this road to making this decision I was not so sure.
It had maybe been one term (or beginning of term two) in his new school when his teacher pulled me aside for a brief chat. She mentioned that she thought Knox might not be ready to move on to the next grade by the end of the year. Obviously as it was early she was not convinced, but she wanted to give me the heads up.
Now before I continue, I need to just say that I adore his teacher and she has been teaching children his age for a while. She knows her stuff. Yet being faced with this information, I still felt like she was absolutely wrong. Knox is a super clever little sausage and how dare you even think he’s not able to go up a level. I guess it’s that mama bear fighting instinct we all have buried in us. Some wear it closer to the surface, but I don’t get all mama bear easily. It’s not that I don’t care, it’s just that it takes a lot to get me riled up.
Anyway, I wasn’t really riled up in this situation. I think I was just feeling all those feels. You know what I mean right? Feeling like I failed my child. Like I didn’t get give him enough opportunities to grow. That I didn’t help him to be ready enough to move on. I didn’t do enough. I wasn’t enough.
Flipping mom guilt.
After the initial shock of it I started mulling it over. As I do in most situations where I feel totally and completely out of my depth. I bombard my husband with all the words in the world and then in a few short sentences, he helps my brain to relax.
It was too early to get worked up about this. Instead let’s use this information to our advantage and give him the chance to get out of it. So we put him into Playball to help with his co-ordination. And then speech therapy to help with his Knoxtalk. We also ensured that he was in bed on time and all that jazz.
It got a little better but the thing is, my Knox is just who he is.
If he doesn’t want to sing in group time, he will not a damn sing in group time. He really doesn’t enjoy sitting and colouring in (or any crafty things) which is obviously not ideal. Making friends doesn’t come easily to him at school – which is surprising because in home group situations he’s totally fine. Basically he loves playing on his own in a world of superheros and Paw Patrol. Or in the sandpit. Always the sandpit.
And it’s not that he’s not smart. No freaking ways.
That kid often gives me a run for my money with his understanding of the world and the way things work. It’s just that he’s not emotionally ready to deal with the pressure of moving up a level and all that Grade R will bring.
He actually watched one of the Grade R classes and came home that day and told me that he doesn’t want to go to Grade R because he can’t do what they do.
After wrestling over the best way forward we decided that him staying in Grade RR now is better. Much better than having to do it when he’s like 10 or something and it really affects his friendships and self esteem. Now he is going into 2018 as his teachers Special Helper and he is totally on board with it. In fact I think he’s relieved, which makes me really feel like we’ve made the right choice.
I’ve read so many blogs and spoken to so many people about keeping their kids back a year and how it’s been the best decision they’ve ever made for them. So here’s hoping that for our sweet Knox it’ll work out perfectly too.